Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Shot Himself

(Tom T. Hall)

He did not seem much like a man with a
He was small he was he dressed neat and shaved
His job was five days in a making plant
And he a few beers on his other two days.

His music was country, his was in Jesus
In he had pictures of Christ in his house
He never once his daily existence
Nor a lot what his life was about.

He was fond of his pistol and he it too often
He'd go down by the shoot driftwood all day
Stare out the window and sip on the beer
he was happy like children who play.

His music was country, his was in Jesus
In he had pictures of Christ in his house
He never once questioned his existence
Nor wondered a lot what his was about.

And some Saturday morning he came to my
And said Virgil would you cut my for me please
And my father was handy razors and scissors
Sometimes he cut hair the guys on our street.

His was country, his faith was in Jesus
In fact he had pictures of Christ in his
He never once questioned his existence
Nor wondered a lot his life was about.

As small boys do I sat watchin' my father
Dad kidded him bout his jealous wife
The man thanked my and he offered to pay him
Went back to his and he took his own life.

His was country, his faith was in Jesus
In he had pictures of Christ in his house
He never once questioned his existence
Nor wondered a lot his life was about.

His music was country, his was in Jesus
In fact he had of Christ in his house
He never once questioned his existence
Nor wondered a lot his life was about...